#i wanted to draw this but there are simply too many Simons

[simonsquest]

Me: Every Simon Belmont has a special place in my heart. CV1 Simon: :) Haunted Castle Simon: :) Akumajou Dracula X68000 Simon: :) Castlevania Chronicles Arrange Mode Simon: :) Vampire Killer Simon: :) SCV4 Simon: :) CV2 Simon: :) SSBU Simon: :) Castlevania Judgment Simon: :) Worlds of Power Simon: :) Grimoire of Souls Simon: :) DreamMix TV World Fighters Simon: :) Harmony of Despair Simon: :) Lords of Shadow Simon: :) The CV2 Tiger Electronics handheld Simon: :) Captain N The Game Master Simon: :)? Me: NOT YOU >:( Captain N The Game Master Simon: <:(

[writingoddess1125]

Simon with his Triplets

Simon and how he is with each of his triplets.

Hazel

• His fighter and his attitude, Wrapped up in the beautiful bundle that was his Hazel.

• Hazel was the most like him in terms of his fighting spirat, While he had simmered down greatly over the years he saw it everyday in his daughter.

• She carried herself with a sense of pride and strength that he couldn't be more proud of.

• Hazel was the defender of the triplets, being the one to fight if anyone dared pick on her other siblings

• Simon had to pick her up from school far too many times for fighting-

• Simon did had to teach her how to control herself, Having to show her different ways to channel her temper- And the best way he found was Boxing

• Simon still kept in shape, not wanting to get weak as time did him in- So he kept up some heavy workouts. So he had the two of them go to the Boxing gym together

• There she blew off steam and trained with him. Well into her late teens she did this picking up MMA as well on her own.

• "Dad I want to go into the military-" She said, firmly as she lowered her arms from the boxing bag. Her fist still in the skull hand gloves he bought her for her 18th birthday. Simon freezing mid set and looked at her-

• "No-" He said simply, before going back to the bag.

• Hazel glared at him but didn't say anything else but went back to the bag herself. Simon assuming the conversation was over.

• He was going through the mail and sees a Royal Marine letter, assuming it's his he opens it and sees its an acceptance letter for Hazel and her date to start basic.

• Was he proud? Of Course

• Was he also angry that she had hidden this from him, went behind his back and disobeyed him? ABSOLUT-FUCKING-ELY

• Him and Hazel have the argument of the centry- But he was able to calm down enough to hear her out and makes her promise that she won't do anything dangerous as a job- She agrees..

• Then immediately goes in for Special Forces Operations like he did and Simon damn near has a stroke and is ready to drag his daughter by home when he learns of this.

Rose

• Rose- His little princess. His sunshine and rainbows child.

• She is the dreamer of the trio, Always imagining new things.

• She is also the artist- Has Simon cleaned enough crayon, paint, pencil from the floors and walls to last a lifetime? Yes- Has he bought thousands of dollars worth of supplies and made his credit card cry.. Absolutely

• But Simon loves every painting, statue and drawing imaginable. Keeping them in his office- Even if he doesn't understand artsy things he will smile and thank Rose

• Rose is also his hiking buddy- The two taking a weekends to explore new hiking trails together. Which he uses to rip his daughter away from the grips of the crows of boys that seemed to drool over his precious girl.

• Due to her naturally bubbly and sweet nature she gets a lot more attention from boys then Simon would like-

• "I don't like the boys that try after you, You know what they want-" He said in a warning tone, already irritated at the idea of them sniffing around his little girl.

• "W-Well...Daddy what would you say if I didn't like the boys either-?" She said softly, almost at a whisper- The irritation Simon felt damn near flying out his body.

• Simon looks at her quietly, trying to gauge her reaction only to see she was doing the same-

• "So- You don't like boys? What about girls?" He asked softly, unsure of any other way or working it. Her cheeks turning a flushed pink at this-

• "I see-" He said calmly, Patting Rose's shoulder as they made it over the steep hill of the hiking trail. The two looking over the beautiful scenery before them

• "Same rules, We have to meet her and her parents and No closed doors" He said simply and with a hint of a smile on his face. Rose smiling as well and nodding-

• Simon is secretly overjoyed to learn his daughter likes girls, he finds it mentally easier. Meets his daughter's girlfriend and will take her along with him hiking.

• She ends up as a Art Teacher, While he didn't understand he absolutely supported it happy she had found her calling.

Johnny

• Johnny is his Mini-Me and his lad.

• Seeing as your genes didn't even fucking try with Johnny it was just like you copy and pasted Simon. Blonde hair, light eyes and only a shade or two darker then his father. Other then that he got nothing from you-

• He adores his Son and feels proud of him everyday he lived and breathes.

• Johnny still refuses to speak, remaining mute but Simon is fairly certain it's by choice which he respects.

• Simon and him sitting next to each other as you argue with Hazel about something stupid, Johnny discreetly reaching up and taking off his hearing-aids to not hear anymore.

• Simon has to suppress a laugh-

• Johnny often goes hunting with Simon, especially since he's the most into the outdoors besides Rose.

• Is oddly a perfect hunter- Has very quiet steps and is smart with a gun.

• Him and Johnny are sitting in some trees waiting for the elk to go by, Johnny staring out into space a bit as he holds his rifle and thinks.

• Simon seeing this grabs a piece of bark and tosses it at him to get his sons attention. 'Whats wrong?' Simon signs, Johnny sighing lightly.

• 'I guess, just thinking-' Johnny signed. Simon nodding his head for the teen to continue.

• 'Do you wish I wasn't deaf? I could have been military like you, I couldn't have done a lot of things. Like speak.. Does it bother you?'

• Simon felt surprised by this- Shaking his head quickly. 'No-'

• 'No- I do not care about if you are deaf or dont speaak, it doesnt matter to me. You are my Son- I'd have never let you go into the military either way, I don't want any of you to experience what I have. I want you to live good lives, and long ones not just for me and your mother. But for your name sake. So no, it doesnt bother me' Simon signed, feeling the burn in his chest at remembering his fallen comrade and his sons namesake.

• Johnny sat there, his hands twitching as he tried to think what to say but couldn't. Instead just smiling softly with a nod, turning back to see some elk coming into the clearing.

• The two hunted in peace that night not a word spoken between the two of them.

• "Why the long hair?" Simon ask, noticing the lack of haircut from his boy in the last few months. Johnny shrugs and signs 'Growing it out, Going to see if I like it'

• Never cuts it again- Much to Simon's annoyance

• When Johnny goes to University for Aero Space Engineering he almost cries- while he understands absolutely nothing his boy is saying to him when talking about his homework

[elysianightsss]

Regency Price thot🌹🤍

I am working on Limerence and Part two of both mountain man and the pen pal au by popular demand. But while you wait for me to write those please enjoy this lovely Viscount John Price and his Viscountess.

Price sat waiting patiently, newspaper in hands reading the latest gossip of the ton. “Aristocrats.” He scoffed low under his breath. Being one of the wealthiest, best-connected members of the middle class came with privileges but too much gossip as far a Price was concerned. Unless it directly affected him he couldn’t care less.

The doors to the dining room opened and in walked a butler, white curly wig on top of his head, his hands wringing together in nervousness as he looked at his master. “Well?” Price asked without looking away from his newspaper, an interesting snippet about a whistle or a lady down or something or other caught his eye.

“My Lord she..” the lack of answer was beginning to agitate him, he rolled up the paper and slammed it on the table, finally making eye contact with the butler.

“What?” Price snapped.

“She doesn’t seem to be here My Lord.” He said, gulping with unease clear in his voice.

“One of the horses is gone too.” A maid had said a little too loudly as she rushed into the room with the important information. Everyone in the room cringed, each and every servent, perhaps at this point even the entire ton, knows if the Viscountess and one of the horses are missing, someone will either be fired or end up in the hospital.

A wave a darkness crashed through the room as John growled out “Find me who by the time I’m back from retrieving my wife.” His orders were clear as crystal as he rushed from the room, Simon, his number two following swiftly after him.

“My horse Simon.” John grunted pulling out his pocket watch from his jacket. After years of being married to you, he always knew exactly where to find you based on the time of day it was or day of the week.

You thrived in order and schedules, one of the many things that he loved about you. Loved knowing he didn’t have to worry where you’d be at eleven in the morning. Always the drawing room catching up the on stitching you’ve been putting off, frustrated when the cross stitch didn’t form the absolute way you wanted it to.

Simon, ever the loyal to a fault number two replied quickly and lowly, “Yes Viscount.” He began to rush ahead of John making it to the stables before him and barking orders at the stable boys to fetch the masters horse and saddle. Price didn’t bother with riding clothes or shoes, simply latching his everyday boot into the stirrup and hoisting himself up into his horse.

“Shall I follow My Lord?” Simon asked head bowed as usual.

“If you wish.” John didn’t stick around after that, whipping his reigns and taking off on the beautiful brown stallion. “Come on boy, we’ve not got long before it rains!” John shouted to his horse as if the creature actually understood him, though in his fear he did not care.

The looks of the sky had him worried, the last time you went riding in the rain you caught pneumonia. He remembers how you shivered, how you were covered in sweat yet cold and how you burned to the touch. He never wishes to see you that way again. These thoughts had him pushing his horse harder to get to you faster. By the cherry tree you should be, and oh does he hope you are.

You however had just become done with your rage fit and were about to leave. Stupid Miss Carmichael, one of the bitchiest women in the ton. Not even married and yet she had the gall to mock you about not getting around to giving John a child yet. Joking about possible infertility, the words made you sick as did her audacity.

You had been married to your husband two years now and yes you were yet to bore him a child. Though the first year of your marriage, due to it being a simple arrangement, you spent it away from him. Always avoiding him, even on your wedding night you locked yourself in your room.

Though finally he managed to get you to open up to him, taught you many things, you began to love him. He had loved you however since the first moment he saw you. More so when you had advertently put him in his place after he was rude to a servant.

You had spent the second year, still getting to know each other and becoming one as husband and wife didn’t happen until three months ago. It had been essentially two years of little innocent hand touches here and there, longing looks and John standing too close to you at balls and events just so he could feel your warmth and smell your scent for longer. You were both still making up for lost time, having children was not at the forefront of your minds. Well not yours anyway.

You sighed glancing at the horse you’d rode here on, you’d best get back to join John for breakfast was your first thought. Even though it would take barely a minute for him to see you were upset and demand who had made you that way. You didn’t need to put your burden on him as much as he always insisted that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do as his wife.

Blinking up at the sky, you saw rain clouds rolling in and started to feel the drizzle of water falling down from above. Then a clap of thunder and you instantly regretted your decision to ride out here after your awful interaction with Miss Carmichael earlier. “Wonderful.” You sighed annoyed as you pulled your cloak hood over your head and made your way back to the black horse waiting patiently for you. One last look at the cherry tree and you set off into the eye of the storm.

“That’s it girl yah!” You whipped your reigns, both feet tight in the stirrups. You never rode side saddle like most women do, preferring to ride properly. Just as the cherry tree was almost out of a view, the most spectacular sight came bounding toward you. Your husband Viscount John Price gallantly riding his brown steed toward you.

“Darling!” His yell was so quiet in the midst of the rain and thunder, though it was enough to have you stopping your horse and remaining stationary as he began to slow down the closer to you he got.

Pulling on the reigns John came to a halt, horses next to one another legs touching. “Before you say anything,” you began blinking up at your handsome husband who was staring down at you heatedly, he nods encouraging you to go on. “It wasn’t raining when I started riding.”

You give him a smile, and despite the fact that you’re wet through, chilled to the bone, and as far as John is concerned in desperate need of a hot bath, he thinks you’re the most beautiful sight to behold. He smiles back leaning in close to you until his nose brushes against yours, his strong hand coming up to cup your jaw as he whispers into your mouth, looking you dead in the eyes.

“I’m not mad my love, but make no mistake, once you’re warm and dry I plan to bend you over my desk and fuck you from behind. Keep you stuffed with my cum all day, then you can tell me the reason for your riding today and who I need to talk to.”

[sillybond]

As a send of here's my compilation of every detail/gag or pretty much everything that I loved about the Fionna and Cake finale.

First off, the lighthearded stuff.

First of all. That's Hunter!!! We finally get to see HW gender-swapped counterpart's design. Gotta say I love that they kept it the same, it does feel like it could fit anyone.

Talking about him, I LOVE that they are finally adding him to the gang. I didn't expect him to be so prevalent in the finale, but I couldn't be happier! It seems like the crew has finnaly learned to apreciate HW and they are inserting her (even if it's Hunter) whenever they can.

All the raw emotion of the lich would have been unheard of at any other point in AT's history. The depression and hopelessnes, such human emotions were amazing to explore in him. He poses himself as a "ceesless weel" a god-like beeing of pure destruction, but even he neels when he realices it was all for nothing.

For some time I theorized that Golb (and subsequently Golbetty) was, in fact, Scarabs and Prismo's Boss. Kind of like a ultimate deity, high up on the pantheon. But seeing how Scarab adresses her in such a careles way, emphasizing that she should "stay out of this" made me think about the real power dinamic between thees two. And thus, of the whole multiverse bureocracy.

This tittle card rips me apart. It's briming with thematic importance. But I feel so many emotions simply beacuse it says cheers, it's like a send-off, a happy cheerfull goodbye to all of us who enjoyed this show. It made me tear up a bit when I first saw it.

For thoose who aren't aware Pawn Swan's was created by Steven Wolfhard after CAWM alongside the pup kingdom. He has in his tumblr a gigantic amount of lore about it. I'm sooo happy they finally got to use his ideas and designs. Many of the pups seen all trought Shermy and Beth's sequence were in his drawings too. So go check that out!

I'm a complete sucker for happy endings and THIS was PERFECTION. I simply connot describe how much I obsolutely LOVE that they are able to comunicate and talk. it's just perfect, this show has me spoiled-rotten.

In pure Marceline fashion Marshal tries playing another song. And Gary is soo into this man it's unreal

But, also in pure Marceline fashion, he gets interupted. It kind of reminded me about Marceline's song to Bonny in Obsidian. But it's kind of the oposite outcome, Scarab isn't affected by it at all while Glorbo is finaly delt with.

Talking about Simon being happy. I'm just so glad that he has been able to reconect with Astrid!!! This man is such a DAD, I love him :,)

Before Fionna's world was finaly canonized we can see that it really just amounts to the city. Which makes sense because if you are trying to put a whole world in a dude's head, you are going to have to cut some stuff out.

Anyways, after they are made legit we can see that the city has expanded! And I also assume that now there's not only a city, but a whole world too!!

This really came as a surprise honeslty, but a welcomed one at that. I assume that since Jay agrees to stay in the city, even if it's not forever, Farmworld Finn must be fine. It doesn't make any sense for him to drop his 4 little brothers just to screw around in another universe.

The only sad part is that, since we don't see neither PB nor Marcy in the tank that means they are probably dead. In the end it does seem like they took eachothers life, together.

Now onto the heavy stuff!

"This is the world we want to fight for. The Scarab is kind of invincible. But we won't give up. If we die, we'll die together, as ourselves"

This cuts deep. At this moment Fionna was ready to die. She acknowledges that she had tried everything she could and that, in a way, it was her fault. But she also understands that this is what it is. And she's ready to depart. In what she thought were her last moments she found happines in thoose and that around her. Magic or not, they were all together, and that's what mattered.

"We made our choices. We could have made better ones, but I don't have any regrets. You were a wonderful experience"

We knew Simon had wronged Betty. She had put away everything for him. He didn't do it on porpuse, but he recognised he could have been more thoughtful. In the end, while Simon acknowledges his mistakes Betty doesn't demonise neither him nor the relationship that came bacuse of it. It's a very sentimental, heartfelt conclusion.

As humans we often try to make our best to navigate life. But with all the choices in front of us it's very hard to get it right. A lot of time might have to pass before we truly see how wrong we were. We realize that we hurt people, and that things didn't have to be this way. But once we acknowledge this we can finaly move on. At this moment, Simon realizes that it's okay to fail but, unfortunetly, we can't go back. We have to live with it and it can't prevent us from moving forward.

In the end all we can do is have compassion for ourselves, and for each other.

That was pretty much all of the details and highlights for me. There's some other ones but they are kind of too obvious to point out.

Thanks a lot for reading the whole thing! It means a lot :)

[crimsonbubble]

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS FOLKS <33

cw. nsfw, afab!wife!reader, husband!ghost, fingering, nipple play, marking, brief spanking, breeding kink, creampies, praise, overstimulation, a lot of vague mentions of pregnancy, one use of the word mommy *not proofread, just pure horny

[inspo from an anon ask,, plus i absolutely love hubby!ghost <33]

reblogs and comments are appreciated <33

MINORS DNI!!

"I want a baby."

he doesn’t waste another breath and blurts out what he's been thinking the past few weeks. you freeze in your position, looking over at him as he makes his way over to you. there are so many things swarming his head, his eyes barely containing his love and desire for you.

your stuttering harder than you ever have, those four simple words making your head fuzzy. but imagining how gentle and loving your husband would be with his kids makes your heart swell. Simon is now standing behind you, his arms securely around your waist.

he presses his palm flat to your stomach, a low whistle falling from his lips. "You'd look so pretty swollen with my kids," he leans down, pressing quick kisses to your neck. "all soft and pretty, just for me, yea?" you let yourself lean back into Simon, placing your smaller hands on the backs of his while his thumbs draw circles on your skin.

his hands slip under your clothes, his left going up your shirt to grope and fondle your chest while his right sneaks under your panties. his frame consumed you, a looming shadow that is never too far behind. his thick fingers part your folds, your wetness providing an easy lube to circle your pulsing clit with.

His movements are slow, his chest pressed to your back to keep you bent over the kitchen counter. He pinches and tugs your nipples, and a wave of frustratingly hot pleasure seeps under your skin. his mouth kisses and nips at your neck and shoulders, his fingers finally slipping past your clenching hole.

"There we go sweets, just like that." your knees buckle under you, but Simon is quick to hold your waist tightly. pathetic whimpers and mewls slip from your mouth with each pump and curl of his fingers. A low groan sits in the base of his throat, the way you clench and pulse around his fingers sending blood strings to his dick.

"Simon-" your mouth falls open with a cry of his name, knuckles going white with how hard you're gripping the table. a smirk plays at his lips, his stubble prickling your skin as he leans his head into the crook of your neck. "Please Si, need you." your voice is shaky as he presses the heel of his palm to your swollen clit, body shuddering with each movement on your body.

Simon cursed under his breath, nearly ripping your leggings and panties as he tugged them down your legs. your chest is pressed to the table, arching your back and wiggling your hips. Simon lands a quick slap to your ass, tugging his shirt up to hold it between his teeth. He pulls your hips back, gliding his cock through your wet folds, his tip catching on your hole and bumping your clit.

breathy moans flow from your slicked lips, a harsh smack to your ass making you tense. With a soft grunt, Simon pushed in, bottoming out with a quick push of his hips. He filled and stretched your sticky cunt so well, his tip hitting a sweet spot upon entering you. muffled raspy moans and soft whimpers fall from his lips as he pounds your insides.

his hold on your hips is bruising, manhandling your body to take his cock whether you were ready for it or not. your eyes are glassy, tears glittering your eyes with each dominating thrust. "fuck, keep clenching 'round me. just like that." your body feels like it's floating like it's on autopilot as Simon pulls and pushes you down along his throbbing cock.

his name spills from your lips like a prayer, your body simply going along with Simon's movements. he brings a hand down to circle your clit, your body tensing and your cunt spasming as you come undone around him. Simon follows suit, seed coming out in thick spurts. there's a moment of heavy breathing before, he flips and lifts you to lie on the table.

your head is clouded with Simon, letting him mould your body how he pleases. he grunts as his cum flows out of you, making a mess of your thighs and the table. "don't waste any sweetheart," he pushes his cum back into you with his cock, continuing his menacing pace. "gotta make sure it takes." his hands are hooked on your thighs, holding you open to take each punishing thrust he gave you.

your hands are on his wrists, holding on tightly as his tip presses against you so deeply. he's barely giving you any room to relax, too strung up to stop his onslaught of heavy thrusts. you lean up on trembling arms, tugging on his shirt. Simon leans up, hastily taking it off and throwing it to the floor.

your eyes take in each scar and mark on his torso, your eyes rolling back when his fingers find your clit. each calculated touch pulls the coil tighter, threatening to snap when Simon leans down to kiss you. you wrap your arms around him, thighs tightening against his waist as he pushed you closer to the edge of release. 'I love yous' spills from his lips as his cock twitches and throbs within you. your brain was almost too foggy to catch what he said, pleasure ringing in your ears.

"you'll be such a good mommy for our kids." he's spewing all the things that send your body to cloud 9, your release finally catching up to you. Simon follows shortly after, hips stuttering and shaking as he rides out his orgasm. your body falls limp to the table, shaking in sensitivity. his body is warm against yours, simply laying there in each other's arms as you catch your breath and come back down to earth.

Simon leaves soft wet kisses along your neck, gently pressing his lips to yours. "so.. round 2?" Simon huffs, feeling his cock twitching again. he lets out an exasperated chuckle, "you little minx." you bite your lip, softly caressing his face. "just take me to bed, Riley."

"as you wish, sweets."

[cordeliawhohung]

hey! i love all ur fics sm (esp the bodyguard gaz ones omg i ate those up like candy 😩)

u don’t have to write this if u don’t want, but tf141 (and lv, if u write for them) and body worship?(separately, not poly) like fem reader’s had a tough day or wtv, n she’s feeling insecure so they js like show her how beautiful she rlly is

could be sfw or nsfw it’s ur choice

if that’s too many characters then feel free to leave some out!

have a good day/night ‼️

babygirl gaz my beloved <3 i need to write more on that. that unofficial series is a train wreck honestly but i love them so much. and oo i do love some good body worship. i don't really write for our sweet cowboys because i'm not all too comfortable with characterizing them yet, but i'll give you some hc's of our 141 boys!

Simon

he is honestly really surprised when he first learns that you're insecure about yourself. you're the most beautiful thing in the world to him, and really he's dumbfounded you don't see yourself that way.

i feel like he's one to stand behind you in the mirror with his hands on your hips and whisper sweet affirmations to you. how he loves the curve of your nose, how your teeth peek through your lips when you smile, how your eyes always shine when you look at something you love.

he whispers this all while you're looking in the mirror because he has to make you see what he sees. he's spent his fair share of time looking at his reflection, the scars on his face, his crooked nose, and hating every moment of it. he refuses to let you do the same, and so he plans to rewrite all of those emotions.

or he can just fuck you like he does in this drabble i wrote a while ago lmao.

Kyle

he always calls you pet names that are along the lines of "pretty girl" "my girl" things like that, so when you mention something about disliking your appearance, his brain literally restarts. his pretty girl? feeling insecure about herself? that simply won't do.

i feel like his immediate reaction would be to just kiss the pain away. sort of like how parents will kiss their child's injury if they scrape their knee or bruise themself, he does that but like all over.

he's kissing your nose, your forehead, your lips (of course) but more than that. he's trailing kisses down your arms, along your stomach, your legs, all the parts of you that only the sun had ever kissed before.

and of course he's whispering praises to you the entire time. doesn't even have to be in a sexual way either. you're the love of his life, and it saddens him that you feel down about yourself. so he'll just kiss away the bad thoughts until there's nothing left but his love.

Johnny

when he hears you say something degrading about yourself, Johnny is a little too enthusiastic and excited about correcting you. you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on, and he's going to make sure you see yourself that way too.

he's definitely the most handsy out of all of the boys. he's rubbing his hands up your arms, over your stomach, tracing your spine with his fingers. but then it escalates. he's groping your tits, pawing at your thighs and ass.

really, you can't blame the man when he eventually ends up between your thighs. you're just too pretty to resist, after all. look at what you do to him! bewitching him with your beauty, turning him into a pussy drunk man that can't get enough of you.

also, this might be his way of pavloving you. conditioning you into loving yourself as he draws orgasm after orgasm out of you. no, you'll stop shying away and disagreeing when people call you pretty or compliment you, you'll just get insanely horny lmao

Price

i actually just wrote a little thing about him and body image issues last night! and really, i think he would totally do this.

the whole getting on his knees in front of you as if you were royalty, holding your hands in his, just looking up at you with so much love and adoration. he'll caress you softly while he speaks because honestly he can't get enough of you.

he'd meet your insecurities with mostly rational ideas. how your body is normal, your appearance is perfect, you're beautiful inside and out type thing. i feel like out of all the boys he might have the hardest time appealing to you emotionally with that stuff.

doesn't mean he won't try, though! he'll constantly affirm you, treat you like royalty and all that good stuff. he'll cook you a nice meal, and maybe the two of you will cuddle on the couch. really, he'll just try and fill you with so much love until you forget about what had upset you in the first place.

[yawnderu]

Bruises That Bloom Purple — TF141 x Reader

>This was originally going to be a part of my 141 x Reader fanfic Stray, though I decided to change the ending, so have this angst one-shot instead.

When Johnny left them, they mourned. But he also took a part of Stray; the part that made her human.

The journal in your hands was a reminder of everything you lost— everything that Johnny had in mind ever since he met the task force. Pages upon pages full of scribbles, drawings, plans. His mind poured into the paper as if he didn't want to forget, some pages stained with coffee and blood, some fully clean. Your hands shook as you held the small book close to your chest, sob after sob escaping your lips for so long that the migraine became a second part of you.

"Johnny..." You cried out, hoping he would walk through the door. Hoping he would appear out of nowhere, hoping he would take you with him, hoping for anything, anything at all that allowed you to see his pretty blue eyes again, to be held securely in his arms again, to be kissed by him again. Fuck, even the image of him hurt.

You didn't lose a teammate— you lost a soulmate. A piece of you, of your soul, a piece so crucial to you Makarov might as well have ripped your heart out and left you to bleed pathetically on the cold floor of the underground tunnel.

You're sobbing so loud you don't even hear the polite knock on the door, eyes screwed shut tightly, sealed by the tears that come flowing down like a broken dam. You don't register anything going on around you until you feel a bare hand on your cheek, vision blurry, yet you can recognize that burly figure anywhere— Simon. You don't do anything other than to keep sobbing, pressing the journal closer to your chest, maybe hoping it'll start sinking into your skin and will allow you to have a part of Johnny within you.

"I'm here, love." He whispers softly, his tone more gentle than anything you've ever heard. He slowly lays in bed with you and brings you closer to his chest, not minding the mess of saliva, tears, and snot now staining his shirt.

"Somethin' to keep your heart safe." He pressed something cold into your hand— Soap's dog tags. You instantly hold them tightly, using them as a lifeline to stay with it. Simon presses a soft kiss against your forehead before his hand presses on the back of your head, holding you even closer, allowing you to cry on him.

"Johnny had the braid you gave him with him all the time, did ya know? Kept it tucked away in his jacket. I r'member him talkin' about it all the time, braggin' about how you gave 'im that." A small chuckle escapes your lips for the first time ever since he died, the sound full of pain and bitterness, yet it was something. It gave Simon all the confirmation he needed to keep talking.

"He kept everythin' you gave 'im. If it wasn't the bloody braid, it was a picture. If it wasn't one of those... it was a letter." And you know it was true. You've read his journal for what feels like hundreds of times, some of the letters you gave him were tucked away in pages with drawings of you. If a letter wasn't there, it was one of the many polaroids he had of you. Some alone, some together, some with the entire task force, including a masked Ghost.

Your throat is too sore from sobbing, you couldn't even speak if you wanted to, so you simply nod while laying your head against his chest. There's something about Simon that has always glued you together— something about the man who, even when you didn't get along at first, gave you an odd sense of comfort. Perhaps it's his smell, perhaps his voice, and maybe even his soul, that always seems to be one with yours.

"For Johnny, 't was a reminder that he was never alone." He kisses your forehead again, one of his hands gently massaging your scalp while the other one rubs up and down your back, spreading the warmth of his hand all over your trembling body.

You remember the exact same moment you gave him that braid. A protection braid made with a small strand of the bottom of your hair, sealed with words of affirmation and wishes of the future, a few months after your relationship with the men started. Love. Survival. Companionship.

"When we..." You began, voice wavering and weak, yet it had Simon's full focus. "When we scatter his ashes, can you do me a favor?" He'd do anything for you.

At 15:30, the 141 arrived at the cliff. You're all stuck in silence for a few minutes, mourning in your own ways while looking at the sunset and the ocean below you. The view is nothing short of breathtaking, yet the heartbreak is too great to fully appreciate it. You can't help but think Johnny would have loved this view, but the thought is quickly interrupted.

"He was the best of us." Price says, gravely voice growing even deeper at the pain of losing such an important part of his soul.

"The toughest." Gaz continues, looking into the ocean.

"He'd've fought the world bare handed..." Simon replies and all you can do is look into the water, trying your best to hold it together. Simon leans down, grabbing the urn from his backpack. He holds it up and you all put your hands on it, holding a part of Johnny for the last time.

"Who dares wins..." And win he did. At the very least, Johnny found a family.

"Sleep easy, soldier." More than a soldier, Johnny was the son he never had.

"See you down range, brother... we'll take it from here."

"Rest easy, my friend. You’ll never be forgotten." You fought off the urge to call him your love, your soulmate, yet they all knew what was in your mind.

"Rest in peace, Johnny." The words barely came out of his lips. It was like losing Tommy all over again. Simon opens the urn and lets the wind take Johnny's ashes, flying away, freeing his soul. You all look at him go and you manage to let a small smile take over your lips, watching proudly as he flies away, despite knowing he took a part of your soul with him.

Simon and you stay behind, knowing Price and Gaz will be waiting in the car for you. You slowly sink down to your knees, hands resting on your lap. It doesn't take long before Simon kneels behind you, hands gathering your hair before he begins to braid.

Revenge. Death. Vengeance.

His free hand pulls out a combat knife that belonged to Soap, lining up the razor sharp blade to your hair. With one smooth motion, he slides through the hair easily, letting the now shoulder length strands fall free. He places the braid on your lap and you look down at it, eventually letting the hair go down the cliff the same way you let go of Johnny.

You never let go of grief— you grow around it. And despite the agony your soul is in, you know these three men will do anything for you, the same way you'll do anything for them.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

I love your RKJ head canon about Keeley’s birthday!! Any thoughts on how the other sides of the triangle go about planning Roy’s and Jamie’s birthdays?

Hello, sweet one! You sent me this some time ago (in response to this post) and I'm so sorry I've kept you waiting because this is a darling ask, but fic and life happened. Now I am ready though! Here goes:

So, in theory Jamie’s birthday wouldn’t be too different from Keeley’s, as far as his partners celebrating him goes. Keeley would take him out for grooming and pampering and shopping and being seen in all the right places looking cool as fuck, spoiling him rotten and with a special sexy surprise thrown in somewhere along the way. (I’m thinking a changing room at a very exclusive store, Keeley successfully and secretly bribing relevant parties to leave her and Jamie to it, and then simply sweeping in wearing killer heels and something outrageously sexy when Jamie’s trying on whatever and he’s like “uh, Keeley, we’re in a shop?” and she asks if he trusts her and when he says “’course” she tells him to shut up and there’s probably handcuffs and she’s being very mean and very sweet and hitting all the right spots and the slight wrongness of doing that there only adds to the fun.) (Differing from Keeley’s birthday, though, this outing takes place on Jamie’s actual birthday, because no, he does not want to stay in for that.)

And Roy would want to make it all about them, celebrating quietly and intimately at home, quality time for quality partners and all the love and attention. Only… I think Roy gets a little tripped up that first year. Like, he starts thinking about all the things he’d do for Keeley’s birthday and when he starts thinking about doing some of that stuff for Jamie he starts to feel… weird. Like, not about all of it! Cooking a nice meal? He’s all about that! All sorts of sexual favours? Absolutely! But the sappier stuff he’d do for Keeley, like so many roses or drawing a nice bath? He feels weird about it, and he’s not sure if he feels weird about it because it’s another guy  (and a little bit it is that) or because it’s Jamie (and a little bit it is that too). And he gets that this is just masculinity bullshit getting in the way, and that’s making him feel like a piece of shit (true Roy Kent style, ‘cause that man has NO tolerance for his own shortcomings).

So yeah, it trips him up a bit, that first year, and maybe because of it he lets Keeley takes the lead – until either she or Jamie confronts him about it, and he ‘fesses up and they talk about it and he sorts it out. Maybe Dr. Sharon helps.

Also, I think that Jamie very much is the sort of person to make sure there’s a big party to celebrate him happening; he absolutely takes the entire team for a night out, dancing and drinking and having a blast. Maybe Sam makes sure they start at Ola’s.

Roy is easier: he does not want a big party, he does not want to spend a day throwing money at pretty stuff. He’d rather not be reminded that he’s getting older (even if that’s not such a sore subject now that the worst has already happened; he quit football, and he survived it), he just wants to spend some time with his loved ones, same as he does every day. So Jamie and Keeley join him for Phoebe’s second favourite holiday of the year, ie Uncle Roy’s birthday (which is a lunch kind of deal, and in time may come to include Georgie and Simon), and then they take him home to show him their affection in all the ways. There are gifts, of course, and either Jamie cooks them dinner or they order takeaway. There’s Jamie and Keeley looking their very best for Roy, teaming up to drive him and mad and feel like a king. There’s a lot of fucking, and telling Roy how amazing he is. (Which he does love to hear, even if he also really struggles to.)

One of the gifts is always a mid-week getaway, the three of them heading off to somewhere luxurious and discreet for a couple of days, and Keeley promises not to work and Jamie promises to stay off his socials, and mostly they keep those promises and it’s just them hanging out and having a quiet but grand old time. It’s damned hard, trying to find the time given their very intense scheduels, but they make a special effort for this, and that’s part of the gift too.

(Maybe, in a few years time, Roy can be enticed to quietly entertain the team for just a few hours, because they all fucking adore him and want to celebrate his birthday, dammit! Maybe it’s a Higgins’ place, all Roy has to do is show up and there’ll be a few nibbles and a few drinks. Roy agrees, on the condition that they all pretend it’s just a random get-together that happens to be adjacent to his birthday. Gifts are theoretically forbidden, but that never works out because Dani has a habit of pretending to find wrapped parcels, going “oh, someone must have left it here, I have no idea who, but it says Coach Kent so it must be for you, how thoughtful of this mysterious person” and not even Roy has the heart to ever tell Dani to fuck off, so.)

[arkiwii]

I'm so so not normal about Kafka Been trying to draw but I'm too tired to so instead I'll write a whole block of text about why I think this character is amazing and deserves way, way, WAY more love from the community

Starting with the looks. She's a little itty bitty sized gremlin jackdaw girl in an oversized gardening coat and a hypnotic rubisk's cube. How to not love her.

But of course where she shines the most is in her character. She's a Columbian orphan who became Infected and had to survive on her own, dealing with gangs and being part of one herself, fighting everyday to see the light of tomorrow. This way of life had her build a "mask", a new personality adapted to this environment; one that made her like she was unbothered by anything, as if she simply did not care, that she was unphased to kill someone or face these things. Of course, in result, many people became scared of her, but she couldn't care; this way, nobody would bother her. That's how she kept herself safe.

That's when she joined Rhodes Island that she gradually let this mask of her fall and show her true personality; someone who cares deeply. She loves to take care of plants, she likes to give gifts or play with children, she worries about the ones she's close to, she also has been seen befriending some Operators like Perfumer...

And this is (holds my owl like that Lion King scene) all thank to HER. Silence my absolute beloved. If she had doubts about if her efforts are in vain, Kafka is the proof that THEY'RE NOT.

Yes, Silence can feel bad that she pulled Kafka into this whole mess of a prison break, being involved with situations that were unrelated to her, but, does she even realize what she did? Maybe her goal was just "discover what the hell Rhine Lab is about with Simon Co", but the results are, she has brought Anthony, Kafka, Robin and Donna somewhere safe. Somewhere they can be appreciated and loved, and won't have to worry anymore about surviving.

Kafka wasn't that unsatisfied with her previous life, it was just all normal to her, but when she met Silence, she discovered genuine kindness. And Silence may be naive, she has a heart of gold. Kafka knows that and if she accepted to help her break Anthony, it's because she wished to return the favor to Silence.

Now our little gremlin bird is sure being an absolute chaos, but she's living a far better life. And she just worries for the one who changed this for her.

PLEASE HYPERGRYPH I NEED MORE OF KAFKA. IDK make a Mansfeld Break 2 or whatever, have Jesselton come back, but please I want to see Kafka again. I want to see my stupid bird interact with my tired owl and supporting her. They mean the world to me

[katyahina]

A compillation of Bloodborne characters data and model bits

I just decided to put as many bits about Bloodborne chaarcters as possible in one post, so to not have to check multiple folders every time I want to draw a character, but I thought it could be handy for other artists/writers! The following references feature the data mostly gathered by awesome Zullie the Witch but maybe also some others. I use the NPC data for the characters but also some model references, all put in one post.

1) Here are all the exact colors from NPC data gathered on one image.

They are gathered from this ( x ) sliders page, all in one image for the convenience. The white hovering effect over eyes color means ‘clouded’ eyes effect that the player cannot access in normal character creation, and the X mean that hair is missing (I did not count ‘bald’ eyelashes variant as one though).

1.1)  Almost all characters with brown skin have strange ‘reddish grey’ eye colors. Such characters are Henryk, Djura’s Ally, Yahar’gul hunter with Cannon and Ludwig’s Riffle, Yahar’gul character with Threaded Cane that uses Tiny Tonitrus (and ambushes you from the corner like a rat lol), Olek, Simon, Djura’s Apprentice and Yahar’gul hunter that’s trapped in Church’s chambers.

Exceptions are Afflicted Beggar who instead has hazel eyes and Yahar’gul Hunters that use Tonitrus (in Cathedral Ward) and one that uses Beast’s Claw, who instead have simply grey eyes (and share face data).  Interestingly, this red-grey color appears to be exclusive for characters with brown skin.

1.2) Adella’s hair is dark brown, not black. It is hard to see even on this image.

1.3) Tomb Prospectors have strange skin tones. Josef and Forgotten Madman have more purpl-ish skin tone, with his escord having it too but closer to blue on the color spectrum, Vitus and Queen Killer have greenish skin, Wallar has bluish skin. Olek seems to be the only one with realistic skin tone, it is simply dark olive / brown.

1.4) Plenty of characters have no eyebrows. So yeah, this might disqualify some of the above. These characters are: Djura, Djura’s Ally, Yahar’gul Hunters that use Claw and Tonitrus (idential), Micolash, Hunter of Despair (Black Church one), Edgar, Olek, Josef, Queen Killer, Afflicted Beggar, Unused Vileblood, Valtr, Brador, Damian, Yahar’gul hunter in Nightmare, Doctor in Research Hall, Antal, Vitus and Wallar. I have no idea what they all had to smoke to get their eyebrows fall out, lmao

2) Arianna’s hair lose color after she births a child, and her eyes are dark pink. Arianna has three face data - normal, after Bloodmoon, and after birth. In the Bloodmoon she just gets slightly paler, more sickly colored skin and lips and loses her blush, but after birth her skin gets MUCH paler, hair loses color and eyes get ‘clouded’ effect.

This eye color is not the same as reddish grey one from previous example, it is more saturated.

3) The most buff character is a Yahar’gul hunter with Cannon+Rifle. He is the only NPC of all who has all body scale stats (except for ‘head’) set to maximum 255. Queen Killer has only ‘chest’ and ‘abdomen’ set to 255, and Alfred has ‘abdomen’ on 255 but ‘chest’ only on 212. Yes, random hunters have way more of a male tiddy than Alfred.

4) Arianna is more flat than Adella. Yeah, it is a bit goofy remark, since ‘chest’ slider for Bloodborne NPCs is just chest width and not breasts size, but it could be interpreted as such. There are generally two types of ‘chest’ slider for female characters: the smallest 0 (Iosefka+Imposter, Arianna, Yurie) and the middle meaning 128 (Adella, Black Church Hunter, White Church Hunter, Henriett). Lonely Old Dear is a special case and has slider set to 192 (the largest).

5) Simon might actually lack eyes. MIGHT. Simon’s face data has two vertical stripes both going through where his eyes are. Djura is strongly implied to miss an eye where his face data has a scar going through where his eye is covered with bandages. It seems like developers can distort characters’ faces but not remove eyes, as you can see that despite implications, Djura’s data has both eyes. In either case, Simon has those strange scars for some reason.

6) Henryk and Afflicted Beggar share absolutely identical mole on the right side of their nose.

7) Edgar’s glasses are supposed to be round. But because his forehead/brows lean so strongly down, it causes glasses model to bend to avoid clipping, so it is a bit flattened at the top. Sure, it provides for a more unique glasses shapes, but... from technical standpoint bro frowned SO hard that his glasses frown too. xD

8) The ridge of Yamamura’s glasses is dark red.

9) Besides the eye colors shown in NPC data, there is some more. Willem’s eyes are grey, Maria’s eyes are greyish green and very pale, Gehrman has emerald eyes, and older daughter of Gascoigne and Viola seems to have greyish green eyes too. Ludwig appears to have his right eye blind and his left eye having its pupil so enlarged that it obscures the iris.

(Sources for models are Sinclair vid ( x ) and datamined corpses page ( x ))

9.1) Micolash has brown eyes in NPC data, but blue in cutscene model.

10) Some characters have interesting unused items equipped. Simon has Fist of Gratia and throwing knives equipped both of which he never uses, Yamamura has throwing knives that he never uses, Crow of Cainhurst has Hunter’s Bone (heavily implied to be Maria’s) and Executioner’s Glove that he never uses.

10.1) Simon only has throwing knives in Fishing Hamlet. Within lore, they are associated with Henryk. I personally do not see any other reasons for the developers to add them in this specific condition to the character that won’t even fight you, besides for the dataminers to conclude Henryk was likely participating in Fishing Hamlet massacre too. But heeey it is just a the-

11) Some interesting stats as NPCs. I am going to list every stat from the highest to lowest in order. Some characters have different stats depending on their questline and/or summoning location though; for such cases I only used the highest stat possible.

Blood Level (murder level??):  #1: Bestial hunter (234) #2: Olek (176) #3: Queen Killer (174) #4: Wallar (170) #5: Yamamura + Brador (162) #6: Yahar’gul hunter in Nightmare (157) #7: Gremia, Damian and Vitus (150) #8: Josef (146) #9 Djura’s apprentice and White Church doctor lady (145) #10: Black Church female hunter (143) #11: Black church doctor (121) #12 Simon (116) #13: Valtr (90) #14: Crow (88) #15: Henryk (81) #16: Madaras Twin (80) #17: Henriett (75) #18: Antal (72) #19: Edgar (68) #20: Alfred and Eileen (65) #21: Yahar’gul trio that ambushes you (60) #22: Micolash and Yurie (50) #23: two Hunters of Despair and Imposter Iosefka (46) #24: Suspicious Beggar (42) #25: Yahar’gul hunters that guard the entrance to Yahar’gul chapel (40) #26: Djura (30) #27: Djura’s ally (18) #28: Hostile Tomb Prospectors, Izzy’s Admirer, Forgotten Madman, Madman’s Escort, Bone Ash Hunter, Hostile Executioner, Unused Vileblood (10) #29: Annalise, Iosefka, Skeptical Man, Lonely Old Dear, Arianna, Adella (1)

Vitality: #1: Olek (65) #2: Wallar (63) #3: Queen Killer (55) #4: Vitus (53) #5: Damian, Simon, Crow and Micolash (50) #5: Gremia and Brador (49) #6: Valtr (48) #7: Josef (47) #8: Black Church female hunter (45) #9: Yamamura and Yahar’gul hunter in the Nightmare (44) #10: Djura’s apprentice and Antal (42) #Edgar (41) #12: Henriett, Alfred, Eileen and Bestial Hunter (40) #13: Yahar’gul trio that ambushes you (37) #14 Black Church doctor lady (36) #15: Yurie (33) #16: Imposter Iosefka (32) #17: Suspicious Beggar (31) #18: Henryk and Madaras Twin (30) #19: Djura (26) #20: White Church Doctor lady 25) #21 Unused Vileblood and Yahar’gul hunter in Cathedral Ward that uses Tonitrus (20) #22: Djura’s ally (19) #23: Yahar’gul hunter with the Rifle (15) #24: Two hunters of Despair (13) #25: Annalise, Iosefka, Skeptical man, Lonely old dear, Arianna, Adella, Hostile tomb prospectors, Izzy’s Admirer, Forgotten Madman, Madman’s Escort, Bone Ash hunter, Hostile Executioner (10)

Stamina: #1: Bestial hunter (80) #2: White Church Doctor lady (50) #3: Wallar and Brador (45) #4: Queen Killer and Josef (43) #5: Olek (41) #6: Damian (38) #7: Gremia (35) #8: Djura’s Apprentice (34) #9: Vitus (33) #10: Black Church doctior (30) #11: Yahar’gul hunter in the Nightmare (29) #12: Valtr (24) #13: Simon and Crow (21) #14: Henriett (20) #15: Black church hunter lady, Yamamura, Yahar’gul trio that ambushes you, Micolash, Edgar, Yurie, Eileen and Alfred (19) #16: Imposter Iosefka, Henryk, Two hunters of despair, Madaras Twin and Antal (18) #17: Suspicious beggar, Djura and two Yahar’gul hunters at the Cathedral ward (17) #18: Djura’s ally (16) #19: Hostile Tomb Prospectors, Izzy’s Admirer, Forgotten Madman, Madman’s Escort, Bone Ash hunter, Unused vileblood and Hostile executioner (15) #20: Annalise, Iosefka, Skeptical man, Lonely old dear, Arianna and Adella (12)

Strengtht:  #1: Bestial Hunter (60), #2: Micolash and Crow (50), #3: Yahar’gul hunter in the Nightmare, Brador and Yamamura (45), #4: Edgar (42) #5: Alfred (40) #6: Yahar’gul hunter withe the claw (38) #7: Valtr (36), #8: Djura’s apprentice, Queen Killer, Madaras Twin and Black Church female hunter (35) #9: Henryk, Olek, Josef and Yharnam Hunter of despair (31) #10: Black Church Doctor (30) #11: Suspicious Beggar (29) #12: Henriett and Yahar’gul hunter in CW with Tonitrus (28), #13: Gremia (27) #14: Djura (24) #15: Hostile executioner, Vitus and Wallar (25) #16: Damian (21) #17: Hostile Tomb Prospectors, Izzy’s Admirer, Forgotten Madman, Madman’s escort, Bone Ash hunter and nameless vileblood (20), #18: White Church doctor lady (15), #19: Eileen and Yahar’gul hunter with the cane and tiny Tonitrus (the rat behind the wall one) (14), #20: Imposter Iosefka,Yurie and Hunter of Despair from Black Church (13) #21: Annalise, Iosefka, Skeptical man, Lonely old dear, Arianna, Adella, Antal and Yahar’gul hunter with the Rifle (12) #22: Djura’s ally #23: Simon

Skill:  #1: Micolash (50), #2: Bestial Hunter, Yamamura and Yahar’gul hunter in the Nightmare (45), #3: Eileen and Black Church female hunter (40), #4: Yahar’gul Hunter with the cannon and Yahar’gul hunter with the cane (the FUCKIN rat one!) (38) #5: Simon (35), #6: Yurie and Vitus (33), #7: Imposter Iosefka, Black Church hunter of despair and Gremia (31), #8: Brador, White Church doctor lady, Black Church doctor and Djura’s disciple (30),#9: Josef and Olek (29), #10: Yahar’gul hunter with the Rifle (28), #11: Madaras twin and Wallar (27), #12: Antal (26), #13: Queen Killer (25), #14: Djura’s ally, Damian, Hostile tomb prospectors, Izzy’s Admirer, Forgotten Madman, Madman’s escort, Bone Ash hunter, Unused Vileblood and hostile executioner (20), #15: Crow (15), #16: Alfred, Edgar and Yahar’gul hunter with the claw (14), #17: Suspicious beggar, Henryk, Yharnam Hunter of despair and Valtr (13), #18: Yahar’gul hunter with Tonitrus (12), #19: Djura (11), #20: Annalise, Iosefka, Skeptical Man, Lonely old dear, Arianna, Adella and Henriett (10)

Bloodtinge:  #1: Micolash and Crow (50), #2: Yamamura and Bestial Hunter (45), #3: Edgar (42), #4: Eileen, Black Church female hunter and Djura’s Apprentice (40), #5: The trio that ambushes you in Yahar’gul (38), #6: Brador, Simon and Yahar’gul hunter with the Rifle (35), #7: Yurie (33), #8: Imposter Iosefka, Henryk, Two hunters of despair, Olek, Queen Killer and Vitus (31), #9: White church doctor lady, Yahar’gul hunter in the Nightmare, Black Church doctor and unused vileblood (30), #10: Wallar (29), #11: Gremia (25), #12: Djura (24), #13: Josef (23), #14: Damian (21), #15: Djura’s Ally, Hostile tomb prospectors, Izzy’s Admirer, Forgotten Madman, Madman’s Escort, Bone Ash hunter, Hostile Executioner (20), #15: Henriett (14), #16: Madaras Twin (12), #17: Antal (10), #18: Alfred and Yahar’gul hunter with Tonitrus (9), #19: Annalise, Iosefka, Skeptical man, Lonely old dear, Suspicious beggar, Arianna and Adella (6), #20: Valtr (5)

Arcane:  #1: Micolash and Damian (50), #2: White Church Doctor lady (45), #3: Edgar (42), #4: Imposter Iosefka and Alfred (40), #5: Yahar’gul hunter with the cane (he IS a rat tho) (38), #6: Queen Killer (35), #7: Yurie and Wallar (33), Gremia and Both Hunters of despair (31), #8: Olek (29), #9: Vitus (25), #10: Josef (23), #11: Hostile Tomb prospectors, Izzy’s admirer, Forgotten Madman, Madman’s escort, Bone Ash hunter, Unused vileblood and hostile executioner (20) #12: Simon and Black Church doctor (15), #13: Yahar’gul hunter with the claw, Valtr, Beastial Hunter, Black Church female hunter, Yamamura, Yahar’gul hunter in the Nightmare, Antal and Djura’s apprentice (14); #14: Henriett (13), #15: Annalise, Iosefka, Skeptical man, Lonely old dear, Suspicious beggar, Arianna, Adella, Eileen, Djura, Djura’s ally, Yahar’gul hunter with the cannon, Henryk, Crow, the two Yahar’ful hunters in CW, Brador and Madaras Twin (8)

(All stats are from this ( x ) page)

11.1) Micolash has all stats at the decent 50, except for the stamina that he only has at 19. Ironic for someone whose entire battle is running...

11.2) Bestial hunter ABSOLUTELY kicks ass as you can tell.

12) Some summons were canned. Such as: Djura (unknown boss), Yamamura (against Ludwig), Antal (unknown) and Bone Ash Hunter Carla (unknown).

11.3) You were supposed to find Henriett dead. Guess that was a way to explain her appearing in the Nightmare. Also, there is a secret catherdal ward NPC that you were supposed to find dying.

12) Some characters drastically change stats when you don’t see them. Such characters are: Alfred (from 33 to 65 blood level), Eileen (30 to 65) and Simon (97 to 116). Basically they were killing while being left to do their own ways, I just step in here to appreciate the attention to the details.

That’s all yet, I think! I might have made some mistakes (especially at the point 11) so if you spot any you guys tell me! But uhhh I think I actually gave my strongest attention span to all these numbers, so it must work :pensive:

[whump-card]

Sunless Lives Part 36: I Need to Be Without You

THE END! THE END! THE END THE END THE END!

~2010 words

CW: blatant disregard for the realities of Italian immigration law, alcohol

First, Previous, Masterlist

~~~

They found a ground floor apartment with a patio. They basked in the Sicillian sun - Matthew in long sleeves and sunglasses. They aired out their scars. Matthew had an impressive one on his neck, now. They went to markets and saw live music. They made new friends. They kept in touch with old ones. When Simon was ready, Gina interviewed him, and Chett, and countless other ex-patients of Fort Summerwhite. When Gina and her cousin published the exposee, Summerwhite shut down in a slew of lawsuits. Gina continued in activist journalism, leaving the VIU behind for good.

When Matthew read the article, he couldn’t tell which anonymous source was Simon. Simon wouldn’t tell him, either. He tried not to let that bother him.

Simon willingly tried antidepressants and anti-anxiety medications, and eventually found them helpful. He learned to eat well, and enjoy it, with the help of Matthew’s cooking skills. Unable to run like he used to, he took slow walks, drawing ever-increasing circles around their apartment building. But he still had nights where he drank in excess. How can I not drink wine in Italy? He avoided talking to Matthew about anything that had happened to him, even in passing. There were no horror stories revealed under the covers. It wasn’t like Matthew was going to ask. They just didn’t talk to each other like that - not anymore. It left Matthew alone sometimes, too, when he woke up clutching his throat and didn’t know how to reach out to Simon about it. In the therapy they went to together, they both insisted they were fine. Happy. And they definitely were, most of the time.

But sometimes, Matthew worried.

~~~

“He-ey!” Matthew called out as he hung up his keys. “I sent you more listings on my lunch break, did you see them?”

He came around the corner to see Simon standing in the living room of their apartment, the September evening sunlight filtering through the potted plants crowded in the windows. Of the many hobbies that Matthew had encouraged Simon to try over the past year, gardening had been one of the few to stick. Matthew smiled - until he caught Simon’s grim expression.

“Can I talk to you about that, actually?” Simon asked softly.

“Uhh, sure.” Matthew could already tell this wasn’t going to be the conversation he was hoping for. He came around and sat on the sofa. Simon eased himself down next to him, leaning his cane against the couch arm. He sucked in a breath and held it for a moment before speaking.

“I’m not ready to buy a house with you,” he said, looking at Matthew with an expression of anxiety that bordered on fear. Matthew rushed to reassure him.

“That’s okay! That’s totally fine, we can wait.” He started to reach for Simon’s hands, but Simon’s next words made him pause.

“There’s more.”

“Okay,” said Matthew slowly, “What’s going on?”

Simon’s eyes flickered away as he struggled to maintain eye contact. His hands pressed flat against his thighs.

“You know I love you.”

“Yes,” Matthew said firmly.

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“Okay.” Matthew was a little unsure now.

“But I was thinking, now that we’re through all of the immigration stuff… I’d like to try living alone.” Simon’s gaze found Matthew’s face again, gauging his reaction. Matthew kept his expression schooled.

“You want to move out?”

Simon drew himself up like he was about to launch into a list of justifications, before he sagged a little and simply said, “Yes.”

No longer able to hide his shock and hurt, Matthew rubbed a hand over his face.

“What… Why?”

“It’s nothing you’ve done!” Simon said quickly, putting a hand on Matthew’s knee, “It’s just that I’ve never been able to live alone before, not really, and I finally feel like I could. I’m making enough money working at the print shop, my Italian’s good enough, I have friends to lean on, I just… I feel like I need to try it before we settle down.”

“What about us?” Matthew asked.

Simon squeezed his knee and smiled.

“It’ll be just like we’re dating again. We can do it right this time.”

But we go out plenty already, Matthew was about to say, but then he focused on the frightened, hopeful, determined look on Simon’s face and realized he wasn’t going to be able to talk his husband out of this no matter how hard he tried.

“Okay.”

~~~

Three weeks later, after a series of increasingly taciturn dates, Matthew’s phone rang in the middle of the night. He answered it blearily.

“Hullo?”

“Matthew?” Simon’s voice was thick with tears. Matthew jolted into wakefulness.

“Simon? What’s wrong?”

“Matthew, I…” Simon choked on the words, “I’m so sorry.”

“Where are you? I’ll come get you, you can come home.” Matthew was already jumping out of bed.

“No! No, please don't.”

“Have you been drinking?” Matthew asked, carefully controlling his tone to be neutral.

“I’m not, that’s the thing, I haven’t been, I haven been since - Matthew, I love you so much.” Simon’s voice broke down into sobs.

“Take a deep breath,” Matthew coached him, sinking back down onto the bed, “Tell me what’s going on.”

It took a few shuddering breaths for Simon to speak again.

“Matthew, since I moved out, I’m not - I’m not drinking, I’m not anxious, I’m sleeping better, I… Matthew, I’m so sorry, I love you so much but it was you.”

A pit opened in Matthew’s stomach.

“I didn’t think I was scared of you,” Simon continued, sniffling, “I really didn’t, I thought it was fine, but Matthew, I just… I’ve always been scared of someone. I’ve never lived like this before, alone, and able to choose who I see and when, and I didn’t - I didn’t know I could feel like this, I’m so, so, so sorry Matthew…!” Simon’s words dissolved into weeping once more.

Matthew blinked and felt tears run down his own face. He’d known this was coming. He’d known ever since their third date after Simon moved out, when Simon had flinched when Matthew reached out to hold his hand. No, he’d known even earlier, before Simon left. Maybe even before they’d moved to Italy. It should have been obvious - but Matthew didn’t want to face it. He still didn’t, but here it was, happening all too quickly, in the middle of the night, over the phone.

“What - what do you want to do?” Matthew asked, forcefully brushing away his tears.

“I don’t know!” Simon cried, “I don’t know, Angela thinks I should never see you again, Marcel thinks we should break up but still be friends, my therapist thinks we should just take a break, and - and - I don’t know, Matthew, I don’t know what to do. Please,” Simon sobbed, “Please tell me what to do!”

Matthew held his breath. He knew the power he wielded in this moment. “Matthew is always right” was a belief that they had worked hard to dispel, in therapy together and individually. Despite all their work Matthew knew that he could order Simon to come home right now and he would do it.

But that wouldn’t be right.

Do the right thing.

“You have to do what’s right for you,” Matthew croaked, and the words killed him, because he knew what the right thing for Simon was.

“I don’t want to leave you!” Simon bawled.

“I know.”

“What if we just took a break, and got back together in a few weeks?”

Matthew gritted his teeth and forced the right words out.

“Will anything be different in a few weeks?”

“It could be, it could be…” Simon whimpered.

“Then let’s say we’re taking a break, but not say how long,” Matthew compromised, wrestling his voice to stay even. “We can just talk on the phone, whenever we like, but that’ll be it, until you’re ready.”

“Okay!” Simon agreed quickly, “Okay, we’ll just talk, until I’m better.”

“Okay. Do you want to hang up and call me in the morning?”

“No, wait!” Simon sobbed, “Can you stay on the phone with me? Please, Matthew, just a little longer?”

Matthew knew this feeling. Something was ending, and he didn’t want it to, even if he knew it needed to. He knew it. He hated it.

Do the right thing.

“Just a little longer,” he agreed.

Just a little longer.

~~~

Matthew had a rule, that he wouldn’t call Simon first. Simon would call him, they’d talk, and a few days later he’d return the favor.

Their conversations started at surface level and became even smaller talk over time. Talking to each other was hard. Painful, maybe.

Simon called less often.

And less.

And less.

When it was more than obvious, they signed divorce papers. They never saw each other - a lawyer chaperoned the documents back and forth. 

There was nothing special about their final call. It wasn’t a call, really; Matthew just left a voicemail when Simon didn’t pick up.

“Hey, it’s Matthew. Hope you’re doing okay. Just wanted to call and say hi. That’s all.

“Bye.”

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EIGHT YEARS LATER

“Matthew?”

Matthew nearly dropped the melon he was looking at when he heard the eternally-familiar voice. He turned.

Simon looked taller than he remembered, somehow. He still walked with a cane. He had glasses, now. He stood with a shopping basket hanging from the crook of his arm, a bag of greens and a bottle of wine inside. Matthew recognized the wine brand: non-alcoholic. Most surprising was that he was plump; his cheeks were filled out more than Matthew had ever seen, and he practically glowed with health.

“Hi,” Matthew said slowly.

Simon gave him a funny half-smile. He looked professional, wearing a blazer and slacks that flattered his rounder figure.

“I don’t usually come to this store, do you?” Simon asked, and while his voice was still hoarse it had the flow and ease of someone who talked a lot.

“Uh. Yeah.” Matthew was dumbstruck.

“How are your parents?”

“They’re good.” His answers came automatically.

“Gina tells me you’re not with the Antivampiri anymore?”

“Yeah, I -” This one he actually needed to form a full sentence for, but Simon was just standing there, looking handsome and tailored and elegant and Matthew was bumbling around in sweatpants and a t-shirt. The question also revealed that Simon… asked about him, which he didn’t know how to feel about. Matthew had never dared to ask Gina how Simon was doing. In return she’d never said anything.

“I had a couple rough encounters. I’m a personal trainer now.”

Simon’s eyes flicked almost imperceptibly to Matthew’s neck, where there were now two bite scars instead of one.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, and it was full of compassion. “I’m glad you were able to find something else, though.”

“Yeah.” Matthew suddenly realized he should be asking questions too. “What about you, what are you doing for work?”

A small smile, full of suppressed excitement, crept onto Simon’s face.

“I’m an English teacher.”

“That’s amazing, you -” Matthew connected the dots. “You got a degree?”

Simon beamed, and Matthew’s heart skipped a beat.

“I did. English language and literature. Now I teach at a secondary school.”

Matthew found himself grinning back.

“That’s amazing, Simon.”

Something about saying his name made Simon pause. He was still smiling, but he looked at Matthew searchingly. Matthew stared right back, and they stayed like that for a long moment.

“You still have my number, right?” asked Simon abruptly, “We should get coffee sometime.”

“I - I’d like that,” Matthew stammered.

Simon lifted his basket-laden arm slightly to give a small wave.

“Call me.”

Matthew waved back weakly.

“‘Kay.”

Simon offered him one last hopeful little smile, then walked away.

Matthew watched him go for far too long, then rushed through the rest of his shopping, constantly glancing over his shoulder. The adrenaline high followed him all the way home and had him putting away the groceries at record speed. Then, there was nothing left to distract him.

He took out his phone and dialed.

~~~

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Dancing at Home

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Ghost-

Lounging in the livingroom you and Simon were listening to music and relaxing. He had gotten home a few days ago and had simply wanted to lounge about- it had been a hard few months for him and he wanted nothing more then to rest and be lazy. Which you happily supported.

That afternoon was no different, You were scrolling through your phone reading as Simon leaned back in his big chair what you assumed was him taking a nap- both of you full from the nice lunch he had cooked the both of you as music blared from the TV.

As you both enjoyed the domestic moment you heard the old song come on, Smiling softly as you began to softly sing along.

"Put your head on my shoulder~"

Simon opened one eye to peer at you, Hearing you sing along to the melody.

Simon stared at you, watching you sing along to the old song- His gaze softening as he rolled himself up from his chair and walked to you, still in his shorts and old shirt as he scooped you up.

"Simon?-" You question with a surprised Squeak as you are set carefully on your feet. He carefully wrapped his arms around you and began to sway the two of you together, a smile blooming on your face as you followed him- Letting the large man lead you.

"People say loves a game-"

He had a beautiful voice, deep and rich that seemed to fill the room. A gentle smile tugging on his lips as he knew you loved to hear him sing-

"A game you just can't win~"

You lay your head on Simon's big shoulder, smiling happily as the two of you rocked together your eyes closed as the world faded around you two.

"Whisper is my ear Baby~" He sings as he lays a kiss on your neck, whispering the line into your ear which makes your heart flutter.

"Tell me that you love me too" You sing back to him, He smiled down at you and placed a soft kiss on your lips. The two of you humming along to the sweet song once you pull away and just sway in each other's warm embrace.

Soap-

You stood in the livingroom cleaning up the area while listening to your music, humming along as you went- Johnny had had gotten home from deployment not too long ago and it had been a joy.

You'd missed him so much, him being away for so long periods with the injuries he always sported had hurt your heart everytime you saw it. Him being home now- everything was finally right... even if he was fucking messy-

You'd sent Johnny to clean out the shed which he used to hoard his many 'treasures' aka his junk. You'd taken up the livingroom since that had been were you had camped out when he was away-

Dancing around the livingroom as you picked up your clothes and sang along to the trashy club hit.

"Enjoying yourself?" Johnny chimed as he saw you standing there dancing.

Johnny began to laugh at this as he watched your rather terrible grinding motion- Doubling over in broken snorts and giggles.

"Baby Grind on me!" You sing out, rocking your hips in awful fashion which Johnny joined in of course- You'd never seen a person so bad at moving their knees before and laughed out a few more lyrics.

"I never noticed how dirty this song was actually" You giggle at you hear the lyrics and Johnny nods wiping away some tears.

"Very! Whipped cream and all" He laughed out as the two of you went down in the livingroom.

"Whats cherry drawe's?" He repeated not knowing the slang for it which made you laugh and keep the poor club dancing. He rocked his hips and tried to sexy way-

"You have to do the lip bite!" You protest which makes you both laugh and Johnny smooths his hand over his Mohawk and bites his bottom lip as he sings along.

"And ohhh your Grinding on Me!!" He sank/voice cracked out- his wheezing out a laugh immediately after as you start to laugh harder then you ever had before at the train wreck you'd just witnessed.

Tears rolling down your cheeks at how hard your laughing and quite literally have to take a kneel- Johnny was no better as he fell to his knees smacking the floor.

"I can't fucking breath!-" He wheezed out inbetween laughs as you nod in agreement. Johnny moving over after he was able to get in a few breaths and pulled you back up to your feet to pepper some kisses on you. You and Johnny giggling between kisses as he smiled and held you close.

"I love you" You say softly Johnny kissing you once more-

"I love you too~" He said softly, Rubbing your back as the two of you held each other. However Johnny gave you a mischievous wink and smiled.

"Wanna try out that whipped cream thing?~"

Price-

It was your night to cook dinner, staring the heavy pot of pasta as you drifted off in thought. You were so happy to have John back home- It was scary when he would leave for such long periods of time but you were just greatful he was here now-

The sound of music filling the house being evident of that.

John loved to collect records, he often blared them when he was home and usually smoking in the lounge-

Hearing the smooth sound of Stevie Wknder echo through the house lifted your mind of your worried state as you hummed while stiring dinner, unknowing of said Captian coming behind you to wrap himself around you. His arms tightening around your waist as he pressed his body against your back.

"That smells good" He hummed softly, Leaning his head on your shoulder as he enjoyed your warmth.

"It's your favorite, Ziti" You say with a smile hearing John's muffled humming as he pressed his lips to your shoulder. You hear the song on the record change and you feel John immediately sut up a bit more- This was his favorite afterall.

"I don't want to boorreee " John sings, he wasn't much of a singer but he often tried with you. You smiling widely at this and begin to hum along with him- swaying the two of you to the beat.

"With my troubles~" He sang as the two of you rocked together, Him pulling away enough to turn you drawing a giggle from you.

"There something about your love" you sing back at him as the two of you rock to the beat, looking up at your Goofy husband who was clearly having the time of his life.

"That Knocks me off My Feet-" He sang back, peppering hisses over your face as the two of you danced together.

"Oh but I love you I love you~" You both sing together, swaying with each other as he gives you a playful twirl.

And the two of you danced in the kitchen, in your own world. The sweet love of the Reckrds filling your home as the two of you moved together.

Till it shattered when the sound of the fire alarm going off in the flat shook you both from your dancing- Seeing the dark smoke rise from the shaking pot.

"Shit!" John yells as you scramble to turn off the now thoroughly burnt food and John cracking open a window and fanning the fire alarm with a mitten.

Both of you with stupid grins on your face as you look at each other and then what used to be pasta on the stove.

"How does Take Away sound?"

König-

You had been doing your hair that morning, having some errands to run later on that day so you wanted to get your hair out of the way.

Mainly wanting to go to the market to stock up on supplies since it was an hour drive to the nearest village and you Boyfriend hated going out there.

König was on leave for the next two months, saying he wasn't taking up any contracts since he wanted to spend some time with you which ment you needed to restock on everything since this man ate like a horse.

Which of course wasn't a problem since he was a damn giant- and a sweetheart wrapped in one perfect package. Grabbing the bottle of conditioner to add you groan as you feel it's lightness and realize it's empty.

"God Damn it-" You grumble, knowing König must have uses the last of it-

Secretly you were jealous- He had such pretty hair that he either buzzed or tossed away to deal with for another day. Only recently did he allow it to grow since you liked it so much- Silk like auburn curls that grew like a weed, In just a few short months it was long enough for him to throw in a small bun ontop his head.

While thinking about his hair your music changed and you began to hum along to the upbeat music which was about hair.

Thinking of how curly his hair was you couldn't help but smile-

"Konig! What is the word for Perm?" You called out, Hearing the heavy footsteps of your boyfriend making his way to the bathroom- dressed in only gray sweats and not sporting his usual mask he raised an eyebrow at you as his gray eyes watched your half ass dancing figure.

"Perm?" He questioned, clearly going through the rolladex of English words in his brain for a second.

"Er Dauerwelle- Why?"

You shrug and point to him mouthing the words, him smirking as he watched you get into the funky music. You take König's hands and start to move with the music, The large man awkwardly swaying with you.

You doing a rather unflattering shuffle while holding his hands to have him join you- You giving your poor attempt of a Michael Jackson spin which forced a laugh out of him.

"Theres that smile Im looking for! Now was that so hard?!" You say in perfect time with the song. He laughed at this as he smiled brightly and continued to shuffle with you.

"WOAH!!" You say in sync and start to laugh as the big man began to relax before you- Shuffling his feet to match yours with the best of his abilties.

You pat your own hair down and he mimics you to match the song while the both of you dance out of the bathroom and down the hall, the wood floors creaking over König heavy feet and heavy shuffle. The whole house being your guys dance floor as you both dance through it.

"You need to Activate you Sexy!" You both say and snap on time.

"Pat Pat Pat!!!" He touches his hair again and spins around to face you- understanding in his eyes as the song comes to a end.

"You think my hair looks permed!" He correctly accused making you smile brightly and laugh running from the big Austrian man who was now chasing you.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Big James | Side By Side | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: “Why don't you join us as well?”

Requested: Yes

Your home in Capernaum is quiet and empty when your husband James is on the road with the Messiah, but he has an idea that you had not yet considered.

You swallow away the lump of guilt in your throat as you count another tally on the wall of your kitchen. Blinking away the tears, you shake your head at your own silliness, although you justify it by claiming that it helps you cope. 

The first stripes of chalk have started to fade already as the months pass. Humidity in the room as well as the home simply being lived in causes it to do so. Frightened you will lose track of time, you close your eyes, fighting against your tears. 

Today’s tally marks half a year of James’ absence. Six months ago, he came to ask your blessing to follow the Messiah. Although you had only been married for barely just as long, you had to miss him already.

Weeks upon weeks of missing your husband, the man you so deeply loved. In spite of it being for a cause you deemed the worthiest of all – denying the Messiah would be foolish – it hurts you more than you’d ever admit. As long as James is with Jesus, everything will be well in the end, you don’t doubt that for one second. 

But your bed is cold, and the other spot at the table remains empty during dinner every night. You often seek out Eden, but you don't want to be too much of a bother. She seems to cope with her husband’s absence better than yourself. The last thing you want is to be a burden, and so, you bite your tongue about it and suffer in silence. 

The fact that your first wedding anniversary is rolling around tomorrow is not helping, either. You don’t want the memory of your wedding day to be associated with something painful, as if it was a time that things were better compared to now, which is not the case. You’d want him to trade his life with you for a life with the Messiah under any circumstance. If anything, there is no reason for you to express the way you are truly feeling, for it would be egotistical at best.

Still, a tear rolls down your cheek. You quickly wipe it away with the back of your hand, sighing deeply before resuming on preparing dinner – for one. 

A quick stop at the market is necessary, for you are in need of saffron and have just thrown out a rotten bunch of leeks. You take your bag as well as some money – you notice that you’re running low and should definitely see yourself to an extra job on the side if you want to stay fed throughout winter – and head out of your homestead, locking the door behind you.

Your neighbour greets you as you pass and you reciprocate her kind smile, although her eyes contain something sad, as if she pities you. Taking a sharp breath, you avert your gaze back to the road, feeling the pressure. 

Of course the rumours had been there when James had first left as well as Simon. Whispers that they had left you and Eden behind to pursue some rogue Preacher, but as word of Jesus’ miracles spread, many began to believe that He had to be the Messiah and so, the rumours faded. Still, some people pity you, asking you how you are with good intentions, and the answer you give them is always the same. Not keen on drawing attention to yourself, for it is not about you but about Him in the end, you reassure the townsfolk that you’re fine.

The familiar face of the farmer’s wife selling fresh produce is a welcome one. You smile and bow your head slightly. 

“Shalom shalom,” you breathe, “Could I please have a bunch of leeks and a small bag of currants?”

“Shalom (Y/n), of course.”

She gets you the items you requested and hands them to you, but as you reach out to take them from her, she smiles a little. “I just saw your husband rush through these streets. I bet you must be happy that he’s back.” 

Your eyes widen and your face flushes with slight embarrassment. “Huh? James isn’t home, what do you mean?”

Her mouth falls open slightly. “Oh, you mean that he hasn’t been home yet?”

Shaking your head, you feel your throat run dry and you swallow thickly in order to ease it. “How long ago did you see him?”

The merchant shrugs. “About half an hour ago, I think. He was with his brother.”

The revelation makes your cheeks turn hot. Perhaps that she is mistaken, but if he was in the company of John when he passed by, it is likely that it’s him. You quickly pay for the goods and tuck them into your bag before thanking her. 

“Thank you for the food, and for telling me. Perhaps he went to my in-laws first, I’ll… I’ll check their place.”

The woman gives you an apologetic smile. “I hope I haven’t unknowingly ruined some sort of surprise he might have been planning for you.” Her words somewhat calm your nerves, for perhaps that he indeed wanted to make it special. 

You give her a final greeting and forget about the saffron, instead rush over to the house of Zebedee and Salome as fast as your feet can carry you. Nearly tripping over a rock that shoots into your sandal, you stumble into their door and knock on it rather awkwardly. Even though there is no need to hurry, inexplicable unrest tugs at your heartstrings. 

Zebedee appears on the threshold and smiles at you brightly. “Ah, my favourite daughter-in-law!” he quips, a comment he often makes upon seeing you. After all, you’re his only daughter-in-law, and for some reason Zebedee keeps on making that same joke. “How are you? What brings you here?”

“Is James here?”

Your father-in-law frowns. “James? He left a few minutes ago, have you missed him?”

“So he’s back?” you query, then nod. “I mean, if that is the case, yes. Do you know where he went?” 

Salome brushes up next to her husband, and wraps an arm around you. “Shalom (Y/n), he can’t be far. He went to the house of Eden and Simon to sort out some business. Is everything alright? You look a little flushed. Are you ill?”

With a small shake of your head, you once again feel your nerves somewhat ease. “I’m not,” you say, “But thank you for that information. I’ll check their place next.”

Zebedee grins and pats your shoulder. “You’ll be alright.” 

You shrug. “Certainly.” Salome gives you a reassuring hug, which you gladly accept. 

The trip to Eden’s home is not too far from here, and with a quickened step, you make your way through the dusty streets of Capernaum. Right as you turn the corner towards their house, you see Little James and Thaddeus standing in front of the door. They smile upon seeing you approach, but this joy drops when they notice your slight distress. 

“Oh, hello (Y/n)!” Little James says, “Good to see you again. Is everything alright?”

“Shalom, have you been back in town for long?”

Thaddeus purses his lips whilst thinking for a moment. “Ah, about an hour, I think? Why?”

“I haven’t seen Big James yet.”

Little James’ eyebrows shoot up. “That’s strange, we thought you were aware of us being back already. He actually just left for Andrew’s flat, he needed to figure some things out there. If you’re quick, you might be able to catch up to him.

“I’ll have to hurry, then.” you say, “Thank you, guys. I’ll speak to you soon, okay?”

They give you kind smiles and you head towards the former fisherman’s place. For some reason, your heart feels incredibly tight as it slams against your chest unevenly, as if you’re almost nervous to meet your husband again. Although you’re sure he has a good reason for it, you feel almost sad that he hasn’t come to see you first before dealing with the other tasks that are keeping him busy.

With your leeks still in the bag around your shoulder, you rap against the door of Andrew’s flat. Looking rather dishevelled due to being on the road for weeks without a chance of taking a proper bath, the curly-haired son of Jonah opens it and looks at you with widened eyes, surprised to find you here, seemingly anxious to boot. 

“Ah, (Y/n), shalom. What’s wrong, didn’t you like James’ surprise?”

Your face pales. “Surprise?”

Andrew’s jaw falls. “I… He just left a few minutes ago to go home, he wanted to freshen up and make a quick stop at the market to buy you some…” He pauses, gulping when he realises. “Oops. Sorry for ruining it, now.” 

You let out a sound. “No, it’s okay,” you breathe, “All what matters to me is that he’s back in town, but it seems like I’ve been constantly missing him by a hair.”

Wondering what you mean by that, Andrew opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt him before he can say something. “I will no longer take up your time, you must be exhausted from the trip. Thank you for telling me, Andrew. Shalom shalom.”

“Shalom shalom.” Andrew answers, sounding puzzled but not inquiring further, and you hurry back home. For some reason, you’re feeling embarrassed. Have you in your eagerness to see him again made yourself appear desperate? Have you been too impatient to logically think that he’d come home eventually and that you would have had plenty of time to prepare dinner to share with him in the meantime?

You’re almost ashamed to face him. 

When your home appears, the door is askew and your heart skips a beat at the sight, your feet carrying you hurriedly towards it. You push it open and kiss your fingers before brushing them against the mezuzah on the doorframe before heading in, the hinges creaking at the disturbance. With his back turned to you stands your husband, eyes upon the tally marks on the wall.

“Shalom, James.” He turns to face you with an expression you can’t quite place, as if he is relieved to see you but at the same time concerned. 

“Shalom shalom, my love.”

He opens his arms and you immediately drop the bag of groceries to the ground, not caring whether the leeks get bruised or not as you let yourself fall into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Burying his face inside your hair, James inhales deeply. “It’s good to see you again, love.”

You tighten your arms around him. “Likewise, Jay,” you sigh, embracing him firmly. The warmth of his body is familiar and welcoming. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, (Y/n),” he mutters against your cheek, kissing it. “Don’t get me wrong, it is great to be at Jesus’ side and help Him spread the Word of God, but it is difficult being away from you.”

You take in his scent and smile. “I went on a wild goose chase through Capernaum to find you.” 

He chuckles, brushing some hair out of your face as he pulls away from the hug to face you. “I had to take care of some things first. I hadn’t taken a bath in days and wanted to put on a fresh tunic before heading your way with these.” He steps aside to grab a bunch of flowers he has purchased on his way home and you blush, smiling at him as you take them.

“Oh, James, they’re beautiful.”

“Did you really think I’d forget our first wedding anniversary? I know it is not until tomorrow, but this is just a little taste of what is to come. I’ll be taking you out of the house, okay? Spend some quality time together.”

You are at a loss for words. “Dear, I don’t deserve any of that.”

“Of course you do, you’re the love of my life.” he reassures you, kissing your forehead sweetly. His smile falls, however, as he turns back to the wall. “What’s with the marks?”

Knowing that you cannot deny what it is for, you sigh and let your eyes fall to the ground, shuffling back and forth a tad awkwardly. “It’s… The amount of days since you’ve been called.” When you fall silent and James does not respond right away, you elaborate further: “I… I know it is wrong to be negative about it. I mean, you’re at the side of the Messiah! Any wife would be so lucky to be married to one of the Disciples of the Christ! But missing you is hard and I need a way to keep track of the passage of time.”

James gives you a stern look, his brow knit together in concern. “Oh, love.” he sighs, “I’m so sorry. I–I can talk to Jesus about it, if I could visit home more often. I am aware that you’d gladly see me at Jesus’ side, but our marriage shouldn’t suffer because of the ministry–”

“James, no.” you cut him off, “Our marriage is not suffering at all. The only thing that is difficult is us missing each other, but it is for a good cause.”

He cups your cheek and tilts it up, searching your eyes. “Why don't you join us as well?” he asks out of the blue, and it takes you aback. Blinking in slight confusion, you wonder if your ears are deceiving you. “It would be wonderful to have you on the journey as well. We don’t have any children yet, so we don’t have that responsibility.”

“But who will look after the house?” you breathe, “Who will make money to provide for it?”

James smiles and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about that, my love. My parents can check up on it every so often to see if everything is in order and we don’t need money while we’re on the road. We live from donations to the ministry and we’re looking for ways to make passive income on the side. I’m sure Jesus wouldn’t mind me bringing you along.”

Exhaling, you rub your face and take a long moment to overthink the suggestion. 

“I… I would love to, actually,” you breathe, “but I’m not sure if I’m the right person for it. I hardly know anything about Torah, I’m not a teacher and I don’t really have survival skills.”

Your husband grins. “Well, did you think that all of us feel like we’re the right people for it? Jesus told us He doesn’t need perfect teachers nor does he require you to be knowledgeable about everything. He has called the imperfect for a reason.” He lets out a sound of amusement, “Plus, do you think that Nathanael, Thomas or Matthew have any survival skills at all? It’s definitely not a prerequisite and we’re in everything together.”

“Okay.” you decide then and there, “I’ll come with you.”

James’ smile grows wider and he kisses you for a moment, excited to hear it. Once he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours and smiles. “I’ll ask Jesus as soon as I see Him. But first, we should enjoy tomorrow, alright?”

Nodding in agreement, you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him. As you stand like that for a moment, your eye falls upon the chalk stripes that still sit on the wall.

First thing in the morning, you make a mental note, you’re going to erase them all.

[loudblonde]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter 8) Controlled Burning

Summary: Their so far bliss-filled, almost lovingly, time spent away from the business and Price is cut short with unfortunate news. With no choice but to escape they begin their journey towards France.

Warnings: alluded to canon typical violence, emotional distance.

Word count: 1,6K

The tension was high as (Y/N) prepared breakfast. He had let his business side slip and it had affected Simon who was sitting by the kitchen island with a cup of tea between his hands. His eyes were looking down at the tea, watching the rings form as (Y/N) moved about in the kitchen. His breaths came out silent, as though he was minimising his presence, not wanting to be seen or heard. It looked weird, that such a large imposing man could shrink away, a man who (Y/N) was sure had faced worse or perhaps it was just a shock to see the man he shared a bed with go from somewhat loving to completely the opposite. 

Yet (Y/N) couldn’t make himself care too much, after all, Simon, no, Ghost was here to protect him. His father had said to not get attached, to not fully trust Ghost. (Y/N) couldn’t see why, couldn’t understand why his father would possibly tell him that right before sticking him someplace remote with the man. 

(Y/N) was conflicted, on one hand, he was honoured to get to know Simon and not Ghost but on the other hand, his father's words and worry still had a hold of him.

(Y/N) placed some buttered Toast and scrambled eggs in front of Simon who looked up at him and blinked. “Sorry, I was in my own thoughts.” He said, letting go of his cup. 

(Y/N) placed his hand on top of Simon’s and smiled. “Hey. Don’t worry about it, Si.” He said, leaning on the table. There was only one way to prevent Simon from betraying him. He needed to make the man attached to him, completely and thoroughly. “I am sorry for earlier, I didn’t mean to spook you.” (Y/N) didn’t lie, he hadn’t meant to spook nor scare Simon. “I let myself get carried away and that isn’t alright.” 

Simon’s eyes searched for any notion of lie or punishment but found nothing. Simon simply gave a small smile. “I know, (Nickname),” Simon said, his voice hiding how shaken he still was. 

The difference between Ghost and Simon was just as night and day. Two complete sides and (Y/N) had wormed his way to Simon without even trying. (Y/N) had Simon wrapped around his finger in a way that could only be described as dangerous. Yet, (Y/N) wasn’t aware of this. After all… How could anyone love a monster such as (Y/N)? Whose hands were stained with the blood of both innocence and sinners alike? Hands that had choked out people since childhood and killed since his early teen years. (Y/N) in many ways was just as guilty and broken as Simon, he just hid it better. 

“Eat, you need to get your blood sugar up.” (Y/N) said, gently letting his thumb run across Simon’s hand. “I am going outside and taking a swim, I will be back within an hour, if you feel like coming out I would enjoy your company.” (Y/N) said before letting go. He shot Simon a smile before going to get dressed. 

(Y/N) wore swimming trunks before heading out into the water, his towel resting on the chairs. He started swimming, making sure to keep an eye out. Not only for people but also for other things. (Y/N) wasn’t superstitious by nature but he would be damned if he didn’t listen to the mythology of the land he was in, there was always a grain of truth hidden somewhere.

(Y/N) swam for 20 minutes before he heard the door open and close, he stopped and glanced back before seeing Simon standing and watching him. (Y/N) smirked a bit as he swam over, easily getting right up next to the area where the deck entered the water. 

(Y/N) placed his arms on the deck. “Hey, sailor~ Come here often?” He asked, drawing a chuckle from Simon. 

“Ya a mermaid?” Simon asked as he sat down a bit away from (Y/N) but still within arms reach. “Merman? Is that the name of a male mermaid?” 

(Y/N) chuckled and tilted his head a bit. “I could be a merman, but no I don’t think I can sing well enough to be a…” Simon's phone begins ringing. 

He picked it up and glanced at the name before answering. “Yes?”

On the other line, a cough came. ‘Get my son out of the country, things have gone to shits. I am fine but my son is the next in line for all of this, protect him at all costs. Soap get your fucking bombs under control!’ Price yelled at the end, causing Ghost to pull away from the phone slightly. ‘There is a man by the docks that you will go to, you know who, he will get you both on a boat to France, the safest option by far. Do you understand?’ 

“Yes sir. I understand.” Ghost said, his eyes hardened. 

‘Good, leave immediately, someone tipped them off about your location. Scorch earth, Ghost. Burn it all down, I don’t want anything remaining there.’ Price said a heavy tone of sadness was present. 

“Okay, I can do that,” Ghost said, his sentences short and to the point. He was, after all, on the job. 

‘Good, if I don’t make it, Soap will contact you.’ Price said before hanging up. Simon pulled out his balaclava and put it on before standing. He held a hand out to (Y/N) who took it and stood up. 

“I will get dressed.” (Y/N) said and grabbed his towel. He hurried into the house and gathered his things in his bag, never more than he could carry. Only the most important things could be packed up with no problems. (Y/N) opted for dressing in something more casual, less noticeable. Some regular jeans and a loose t-shirt. He glanced in the mirror and nodded to himself. He was decent. He looked normal, average if you will. 

Meanwhile, Ghost was packed in little time, his bag in the car with some jerky for them both and some water bottles. He took the extra gas and began pouring it everywhere in the cabin, making sure to get the files first. He walked back upstairs and looked at (Y/N) standing at the door. “Ready to leave, sir?” Ghost asked. 

(Y/N) nodded. “Of course, Ghost. I will be in the car.” He said and left. Things had gone sideways enough that they needed to run, to get away. If things got even worse (Y/N) knew he had someone he could call to help, someone who would offer them sanctuary no questions asked. (Y/N) got into the back seat and glanced away as the house was set aflame.

Ghost got into the driver's seat and took off. 

(Y/N) leaned back, his eyes never leaving the window. He wasn’t even looking outside, he just got lost in his own mind. He had gotten too used to Simon, the detached state of Ghost wasn’t in his plans. He didn’t know how to work with that side of the man. It wasn’t something he had calculated for. Simon was a sweet man starving for touch and praise. Very broken, like (Y/N) but he could be helped away from it. Even if just a little. But Ghost was different. Ghost was a mask used to scare people and to keep Simon under wraps, to keep out his emotions and self-doubt. Ghost was the soldier who followed every order without hesitation. A perfectly crafted and moulded specimen that his father had full control over and (Y/N), for one, couldn’t wait to have the same control. 

“If we get followed into France I have someone we can go to, he operates an old bunker system that the french government doesn’t know about.” (Y/N) said. 

Ghost glanced in the rearview mirror for a second before looking back to the road. “What is his name?” 

“König.” (Y/N) replied and shifted in his sleep. “He has full loyalty to me, he would take us in, no questions asked and he would never say a word to anyone about us being there.” 

“When we get to France, we will consider if we should call him.” That was all that Ghost said. 

(Y/N) nodded and leaned back, he prepared for a long drive and an even longer sail trip. It would be nighttime by the time they arrived in France, and they would need a hotel before going anywhere. 

“I will book us a hotel, a fully discrete place.” (Y/N) said and took his phone out. “The rooms are small, not designed for two so we will need to share a bed.” 

Ghost hummed in response, confirming that it was okay. 

I love the smell of rain on a sunny afternoon, preferably close to the city. I like the noise level at two in the evening. It’s all quiet.

(Y/N) gave a nod, closed himself off and opened the web link. 

No, I always get restless. But if it changes I usually take something light, like müsli bars. 

The person on the other side started writing. 

I like that time as well. Do you like eating around that time?

(Y/N) replied before the chat shut down. “And we have a reservation.” 

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[townsenddecades]

1310 – Day 1

Waking up in a world in which his wife no longer draws breath doesn’t feel real to Benedict. It doesn’t the day after her death. It doesn’t the day after that, or the one after that, or even a week later.

He functions because he has to, because his children depend on him, but he feels as if removed a step from the world. Robert gets leave to stay with them for a few days, to help them bury his mother and grieve for her. He can tell the boy is afraid, now that both of his natural parents are dead, but he makes sure to tell him that he will always have a home on their farm.

But in happy news, Simon is now six years old and, aside from his unsettling gift of magic, perfectly well. Benedict is grateful for that small mercy. He doesn’t think he could bear losing one of his children so soon after the passing of his wife. Helen, too, grows well. Feeding a motherless infant isn’t easy, and Benedict is glad that he manages to find a woman who will nurse her, at least in the first few months of her life. His daughters are a great help in caring for the baby. She is red-haired and brown-eyed just like them, and Benedict thinks with ironic despair about how happy that would have made his wife.

(Please ignore Benjamin writing in the background, that is not canon. I just cannot keep these children from trying to do homework.)

While reality slowly settles in, the family does their best to distract themselves. It isn’t hard; the harvest is coming up, the children have to be taken care of and they still have to earn the money for Anna’s and Edith’s marriages. Benedict can’t imagine how to manage without his daughters’ help – and frankly, both wouldn’t dream of leaving their father like this – but he does want them to marry. It was what Anne wished for them.

Edith is glad of the opportunity to hone her kitchen skills. Her mother had done most of the cooking, and with Anna finding so much enjoyment in it, there was simply no reason for her to get involved much too. The result is that she is still rather bad at it, so learning now will only be of aid in her married life.

No amount of work does make the loss less acute, of course. They bear up as best they can, but one day, while they are inside the cottage, Benjamin just bursts into tears, as so many of them have done over the weeks following Anne’s passing, and Edith is quick to rush over to try to console him.

It’s not the first time, nor will it be the last.

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[renee-writer]

The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 33

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Anna is furious! To be kicked out of her own house, to be spoken to in such a way by her own child, she simply can’t let that stay. She knows exactly what to do. She drives towards the university.

 

Jamie hugs his daughters. He is mighty proud of them for standing up to their mam. The decisions that Rose is making, to handle this unexpected situation, to be who she is without apology, they make his chest swell with pride.

 

He draws Claire to him next. He knows that she was stunned by the vitriol from Anna. She had to place the focus and blame away from herself. They were an easy target.

 

She lets herself relax against him. There is a relief in having everything out in the open, even  with the loathing she expressed.

 

“It was a cathartic meeting. A type of therapy session.” Beth expresses what they are all thinking.  Rose hugs her side.

 

“Just so love. The first of many I imagine.”

 

Her Auntie Jenny nods. “Sad that it has come to this. But,” she rolls her shoulders to release the tension, “the air is clear now. I believe Anna knows where she stands.”

 

“She should have before.” Jamie growls.

 

“Yes,” Her hand comes up to cradle his face, “undoubtedly.  But there is no way  she doesn’t now. Having her life tore apart, even if,” she quickly adds, “she was the cause of it, it is hard to accept.”

 

“See,” Willa exclaims, “you are perfect for daddy. Smart, with a kind heart, forgiving.”

 

“I try. Don’t place me on a pedestal. Trust me when I say, I wrestle with very strong negative feelings about her.” They all laugh.

 

Anna pulls in to the car park in front of the history department. If there is one person that should hate what is happening between Jamie and that interloper, it should be her husband.

 

She looks at the directory and then enters the lift to his floor.

 

She knocks on his office door.

 

“Come in,” She walks in and he looks up from packing his things, “ Do I know you?”

 

“My husband is currently shagging your wife. I am Anna Fraser, Jamie ‘s wife.”

 

His hands hit the mostly empty desk as he starts to laugh. Her arms cross and she glares at him. He continues to laugh.

 

“What is so funny?”

 

He struggles to get himself under control so he can answer her.

 

“You thinking you could ever stop that. Credit for doing it for twenty years. But, as soon as he found out your secret and as soon as I stuffed up by choosing his niece as my latest student f*ck, it was over. We are just getting what we deserve.”

 

“You don’t care!”

 

“Claire was a means to an end. She gave me an air of respectability. I hoped she would give me a heir too. Now that I know I am sterile and now that my tenure has been removed and I have been shown the door, I don’t need her. Living life the way I want will be easier now.”

 

She stares at him a moment before turning and slamming out. He shakes his head and continues to pack up, chuckling to himself.

 

The next day finds Rose pacing, anxious for the arrival of Simon, his wife, Kate, and their children, David and Leah.

 

She phoned him after the intense family meeting. He assured her that they would be available to come by the next day. A time was set and, as it grows closer, she gets more nervous.

 

Knowing her family surrounds her, helps. Claire and Auntie Jenny are in the kitchen, baking. Willa and Beth are playing chess in the study, Her daddy and Uncle Ian are in the stables. Her cousins work around the farm.

 

Her heart leaps when she hears the car coming. Then she sees it is her mam. Hands fisted in rage, she walks out to meet her.

 

“Rose I…”

 

“Why are you here?”

 

“You said as long as I stayed out of the way…”

 

“That was before yesterday. Do you think I want you here now?”

 

“Rose, I am your mam. I understand you are upset but…”

 

They both turn as another car pulls up. Rose’s heart starts to pound.

 

“Go. Find somewhere to be in the house but…”

 

Simon steps out and stares. His wife and children join him. Rose looks immediately to her sister and brother. Kate’s eyes zero in on Anna.

 

“Rose, I didn’t know that your mam would be here.”

 

“Sorry Simon. She wasn’t to be, here around you guys, I mean.”

 

“So, you are Anna. I am Kate, his wife.”

 

Anna looks for a way to escape. The other woman ‘s eyes hold her fast.

 

“I am sorry for what I did. I was young and…”

 

“A skank.”

 

“Mam, please go. Willa and Beth are in daddy’s study. Why don’t  you join them.”

 

“Alright.” She turns and walks stiffly away. When she is gone, they all seem to be able to take a breath again.

 

“So sorry, I…”

 

Kate shakes her head. “It is I who should be apologizing. She is your man. I should have never spoke to her like that, in front of you.”

 

“No, you have a right to your feelings. Okay, let’s start over. Simon, Kate, Leah, and David, welcome to Lallybroch. Please join me in the great room.”

 

She leads them that way.

 

“It is lovely.” Leah offers at entering the room.

 

“Yes, it is.” From Simon.

 

“Thank you. The house and grounds have been in our family for well over three hundred years.”

 

Her auntie and Claire have brought in tea. The children make a bee line for the biscuits.

 

“David. Leah. Manners.” Their mam says. They all take seats. Rose smiles at her new siblings.

 

“You may go ahead, if your parents say it is alright.”

 

They look at them with pleading eyes. Simon nods okay and Kate agrees.

 

“I know I told you who Rose is but allow me to make a full introduction. David and Leah Grant, meet Rose Fraser, your sister.” Simon says.

 

“Hi,” David nods to her, “good biscuits.”

 

“Hello. It is nice to meet you.” Leah offers her hand. She takes it and smiles at the lass.

 

“It is very nice to meet you both.”

 

She should have meet them as infants. There should be pictures of her cradling her baby brother and sister.  Simon, watching them carefully, sees. He sighs.

 

“I am sorry you didn’t meet them sooner. Had I known…”

 

“Had we known. Oh I was right furious, at first.”

 

“She threw a cup at him.” David informs her.

 

“Thank you David. As I was saying, I was hurt and angry. But, he made a mistake twenty years ago. A mistake he hasn’t made since. Not that you are a mistake, just…”

 

“I understand.”

 

“We talked about it, after I calmed down. You are innocent in this. Our children are. You are siblings. Simon is your biological father. I am your stepmom. Family. We need to know each other. Enough time has been wasted.”

 

“I couldn’t agree more.”